The semi-weekly fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-09-23

ana watched the eODlHS VI tii0 IIuO
creeping slowly over the yellow golden
sand. like time, slow but sure. fond
r+.coIlection< burst the flood gates OF
memory ano overpoured my brain whirl-
iItg ana tossing me back to my dear old
home and those friends who are near
and dear To me. Then did realize
those words of Paine. so fraught with
truth and sadness-''There's no place
like home"
1t gives me mex pressable pleasure to
see an enterprise going on in your midst
an enterprise that has for its object
the rescuing and plucking of brands
from the burning, for the extension OF
the cause of temperance, and that the
chief corner stones of the fabric of your
Society are the beautiful ladies that
compose it. Would, to me, were mind
Shakesperian, voice stentOrlan, COM
bined with eloquence Ciceronian, that
[. like bard and scales of old upon
twanging harpstrings. could proclaim
their praises and the good they have
wrought. In the late struggle between
the North and South they were first to
call their gallant SONS to arms. ANNA
ting them with their cheering words.
encouraging them with their prayers,
pricking their tender fingers sewing the
} stout gray cloth and girding on their
swords for the fray, and, like Spartan
mothers of old. told their sons, when
they left for the battle front, My
son, either return with, or on it. Their
, beautious lids dropped gentle tears, like
the silver dew, upon the mangled forms
of dear ones, but they rejoiced that they
died for home, that no enemy ever saw
| their backs amidst the battle cloud. In
the baptism of blood and fire they were
offered fit sacrifice of brave spirits to
Mars and the Dogs of War, then, they
said-''After LIES fitful fever, they
| sleep we'll" These were in the days of
| 76 and "a, but their spirits have de-
scended in these fair ones in the sound
| of my voice tonight; and were the sol
emn boom of war to be reechOed from
! the reverberate hills of our State, they
would be first to animate the clans to
strife in the conflict for their honor and
| their fame. Long may they live to ami
mate us to deedS of prOwess and renOwn,
| deeds that shall be emblaZOned in letters
of gold in the temple of fame. for, like
! Washington, they are first to urge their
| kin to the SCARED ranks of war, first in
| the pressing times of peace, and are
enshrined as celestial Goddesses in the
! hearts of their cOuntrymen. God bless
| them forever, and for aye. They are the
rose buds of Carolina. In the world s
! history woman has ever exercised and
unlio:ited influence on the checkered
affairs of men, and we'll they have
| played their part on the world s stage of
action. Had it not been for the Ladies
of Carolina, America would never have
been freed from the CALLING yoke of
tyranny and oppression. Note the
noble example of the ladies of the West
ern section! AT Kings mountain, when
! the thin and weakened columns of the
Continentals were destitute of amruri-
ton and regimentals, the brave and
| beautiful mountain fairies provided
them with powder, burned from char
coal and salt-petre found in the bowels
of their native soil. IL mediBvai ohe.t
! influence is still the same and III the
classic ages of the past we see their eX
ample, like a golden stream, running
through the pages of history strength
ening their contemporaries both by
precept and example. For instant, Joan
of Arc at the seige of Orleans. When
the zeal of the French was tagging the
maid of Orleans urged their disco uraged
troops to the fray and won victory for
the days of chivalry and prOwess when
each Knight had his fair lady, each
Quixote his Dulciena. And in the
palmy days of Rome, soon after mighty
Caesar fell, whose eyes in bend did awe
the world, whose speeches wrote the
Romans in their books. fair Cleopatra
did cause great Caesar heart to throb
unanimously at her approach. In the
sacred days of yore Joel met his fate at
the hands of Hebrew maiden. One of
Greece s mightiest chiefs met his fate
beneath the walls of PersepOlis. Had
Helen ne r lived Troy would still exist
Hector s tragic death lies at her door.
In the dark and bloody era of French
history Madame de Maintenon, Marie
Antoinette, the beautiful but unfOrtu-
nate queen of France, met their fate at
the hands of the brutal eXecutiOner.
But time fails to mention the galaxy of
noted women whose names stand record
ed on the pages of fame. But for you
there s reserved lower but more noble
influence in rescuing from Bacchanalian
orgies fallen and degraded men. But
for the wife of Writ he would have filled
drunkard S grave and Virginia would
have lost her brightest son and orator.
All sad, sad, is the drunkard s home.
Night with stygian gloom enfOlds his
house, broken panes afford ingress for
the wintry winds, his loving wife with
trickling tears and eager eyes watches
the insideous of strong drink, that in
vidious enemy of mankind, but, through
the means of Prohibition and Reform
Clubs, that once desolate home may be
changed to an Alladin' s palace. Those
broken panes fitted with glass of indies
cent hues, those walls hung with tapes
try and where once the spider web hung
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